APPENDIX 
2 35 
VENUS AND ADONIS. 
Even as the sun with purple-colour’d face 
Had ta’en his last leave of the weeping morn, 
Rose-cheek’d Adonis hied him to the chase. 
L. 3- 
“Thrice fairer than myself,” thus she began, 
“ The field’s chief flower, sweet above compare, 
Stain to all nymphs, more lovely than a man, 
More white and red than doves or roses are. ’ ’ 
L. 7. 
“ Thus he that overruled, I oversway’d, 
Leading him prisoner in a red-rose chain.” 
L. iog. 
These blue-vein’d violets whereon we lean 
Never can blab, nor know not what we mean. 
L. 125. 
“ Witness this primrose bank whereon I lie ; 
These forceless flowers like sturdy trees support me.” 
L. 151. 
Narcissus so himself himself forsook, 
And died to kiss his shadow in the brook. 
L. 161. 
Herbs for their smell, and sappy plants to bear; 
Things growing to themselves are growth’s abuse : 
Seeds spring from seeds and beauty breedeth beauty. 
L. 165. 
And when from thence he struggles to be gone, 
She locks her lily fingers one in one. 
L. 227. 
“ Within this limit is relief enough, 
Sweet bottom-grass and high delightful plain, 
Round rising hillocks brakes obscure and rough, 
To shelter thee from tempest and from rain.” 
L. 236. 
Full gently now she takes him by the hand, 
A lily prison’d in a gaol of snow. 
L. 361. 
“ Who wears a garment shapeless and unfinish’d 
Who plucks the bud before one leaf put forth ? 
If springing things be any jot diminish’d, 
They wither in their prime, prove nothing worth.” 
L. 415. 
